Lately, I’ve been feeling like my home really isn’t my own. It sort of happened when we brought two kittens in. They needed a litter box, a kitty condo and a few toys. The few toys turned into three glitter wand sticks, dry food, wet food, and four bowls. There was an extra scratch board for good measure, too. My general dislike for “more stuff” became clear once again.
And maybe more than “more stuff” it is more undesigned stuff. For instance, I have been looking for a glass bistro table to place in the kitchen for ages! A glass kitchen table is more stuff, of course. But more in a functional–very specific–something– I will cherish, kind of way.
We got the kittens around the same time my work hours doubled. So to be fair, it may be a combination of it all. Hardly being home for someone who really likes caring for her home, is actually a bit disorienting. Even with a good amount of help, the house isn’t the way I’d really like it. There’s a list of little things that need to be repaired or repainted. An ever-growing Etsy list of new curtains and finally, a soap dish for the kitchen.
This summer, with a bit of ambition, I hope to have my bedroom painted in-between traveling and butt-naked naps. My summer home looks, as always, in transition. But there will be dry flowers. It will smell of lavender. The kittens will be older, and maybe I can buy that baby blue vase I’ve been eyeing. And of course, there will finally be a glass kitchen table!
Any summer home wishes, feelings, and design dreams of your own?
(Photos from the set of Call Me By Your Name)